Mr. He's heart beats the world with his beauty

Chapter 90 Charity Fund
Mrs. Jun has a high status. If she can answer cleverly and get her favor, then she can get the full support of the Jun family.

Everyone was unwilling to give up this opportunity, and chattered.

But everyone's answers made Mrs. Jun shake her head frequently.

It seems that their answers did not suit Mrs. Jun's heart.

Fang Xueqi watched the crowd slump, racking her brains to show off.

Isn't charity just donating money? People who lack money are naturally poor.

Fang Xueqi's eyes lit up, she rushed to Madam Jun, and said triumphantly, "Madam Jun, I know the answer to the question you asked, the charity dinner is to help the poor make money, we spent so much money tonight, those poor people Has Dele blossomed?"

Before he finished speaking, Han Zicheng strode forward and pulled Fang Xueqi back.

Fang Xueqi originally wanted to show her presence in front of Mrs. Jun, but was dragged back by Han Zicheng, and immediately expressed dissatisfaction, "Cousin, what are you doing? I'm talking to Mrs. Jun. Are you being too rude?"

Han Zicheng was angry and said, "You are the one who is rude."

Han Zicheng's personality has always been refined and refined, and it is rare for him to get angry in front of others.

But fortunately, he has a gentle personality. If he was the irritable Patriarch of another family, he would have slapped him if he heard his daughter and sister say that.

If you can't please Mrs. Jun, that's fine, but you still touch Mrs. Jun's scales.

Really stupid.

Fang Xueqi still didn't feel that she was wrong, and even felt that Han Zicheng had ruined her good deed.

The Jun family has great achievements, but the nobles of Night City, can they really empathize with those poor people?
If Han Zicheng hadn't held her back, Mrs. Jun would definitely agree with her answer!

After hearing Fang Xueqi's answer, the other guests had different expressions, except for those who watched the fun, they were so embarrassed that they secretly laughed at Fang Xueqi as an idiot.

Some people even began to discuss in private whispers.

"Shen Yingxue left Yecheng, and Fang Xueqi came again. They are all vases, so it's really embarrassing."

Fang Xueqi was immersed in her own world and didn't hear it.

On the other hand, Song Lan at the side listened to him.

Song Lanjiao's beautiful lips showed a clear and cold arc. Seeing that no one answered Mrs. Jun's words, she only spoke out gently when the place was cold.

"I remember that tonight's charity dinner not only cooperated with major charities, but also connected with all welfare homes and schools? I think this is done very well. Children are the hope and pillars of the country's future, and the money in our hands It would be gratifying if those children could be fed and clothed.”

As soon as Song Lan spoke, everyone looked at her.

Song Lan's angle is unique and novel, neither provocative nor domineering, calm and gentle like a piece of jade with warm tentacles.

Coupled with her sweet and soft voice, it sounds very comfortable.

He Zhaozhi was also very surprised that Song Lan could say such a thing.

Standing behind Song Lan, he teased in a low voice, "So you value children so much, it's a pity not to be a teacher."

Song Lan didn't respond to He Chaozhi, but took a few steps back neither humble nor overbearing, leaving the place to those with high status and not stealing their limelight.

Mrs. Jun was most satisfied with Song Lan's answer after hearing so many people's answers.

What others say is either too far-fetched or too false, but Song Lan's is the most truthful.

She grabbed Song Lan's wrist and brought her back in front of everyone.

Song Lan was surprised, "Mrs. Jun, what is this?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm very satisfied with your answer, and I plan to give you a little reward." Mrs. Jun said with a smile.

She waved to the secretary, and the secretary quickly delivered a document. Madam Jun stuffed it into Song Lan's hands, and said lovingly.

"You see?"

Song Lan took it in surprise, opened it, and found that it was actually a check for a charity fund.

Mrs. Jun said gently, "I plan to use my personal savings to set up a charitable fund and name it after you to support poor students. What do you think?"

Song Lan quickly closed the check, bowed her body with a serious expression, "No, Mrs. Jun, this is too expensive."

Mrs. Jun intends to give her the reputation of doing good deeds and make her famous.

But Song Lan is definitely not such a selfish villain, and she will never want something that does not belong to her.

"It's all for charity anyway, so don't be so particular about it, just accept it." Mrs. Jun smiled.

"Really not, ma'am." Song Lan raised her black eyes, looked at Madam Jun quietly, and spoke earnestly.

"I didn't provide any funds to take this good name. It's unfair to anyone. Instead of putting my name on it, it's better to be anonymous and let the children learn and grow without any burden. okay?"

Every word of Song Lan made Mrs. Jun take a high look.

She thought that Song Lan approached her for fame and fortune, but now she gave her fame and fortune, but she was determined not to.

It's good to have your own principles and backbone.

Mrs. Jun thought for a while, and said with a smile, "Forget it, since you don't want to, I won't force it, then I will donate the fund anonymously as you said, so you should be happy, right?"

While Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief, she also admired Mrs. Jun even more.

This woman who was able to support the Jun family to its present position was indeed not easy.

"Then thank you, Mrs. Jun."

After the dinner party, Song Lan went home in He Chaozhi's car.

The long dress was torn at the banquet, the night was heavy with dew, and the temperature in the car was also low, Song Lan's smooth legs trembled slightly in the air.

He Zhaozhi caught a glimpse of her coldly hugging him, and with a hook of his mouth, he took off his suit jacket and put it on her lap, saying angrily and amusedly.

"Won't you say something because you're afraid of the cold, and treat the air conditioner in my car as a decoration?"

He Zhaozhi asked the driver to turn on the heater, and Song Lan quickly recovered.

When they got downstairs in the apartment, Song Lan returned the suit jacket covering her legs to He Zhaozhi, her voice was cold and soft, "Thank you tonight, take me to the dinner party at Jun's house."

I have met so many contacts, and even made friends with Mrs. Jun.

Although she was a little awkward with Fang Xueqi, Song Lan didn't take it to heart.

Sitting in the car, He Zhaozhi stepped on the ground outside the car door with his long legs, and leaned closer to Song Lan, "Why are you being polite to me? As my female companion, you deserve this. What about your harvest tonight?"

"reward?"

"Well, how many contacts do you know?" He Zhaozhi pursed his lips.

Song Lan came to her senses and took out a stack of business cards from her handbag, her slender hands almost lost their grip.

"Well, there are so many, is it okay?"

There are at least dozens of them.

And they are all golden contacts in the upper class. To the reporter, this is simply a performance beckoning to her.

(End of this chapter)